This Curse
by johannespunkt
This curse. Have you noticed how everything we breathe life into falls to bits? The inert objects have a kind of stability. The verdant, vibrant machines have a tendency to tear themselves apart. I have held my breath for so long, and I don’t know how much longer I will be able to, but what is another five years?
They are so small. Have you noticed how they trust you just because you make things grow? I am waiting for the end times for them, to tell you the truth. Maybe when I finally exhale, I will breathe out myself.
Johannes Punkt’s Flaskpost 
entropy is a bitch, but without it life wouldn’t exist at all.
envision a world where, if you drop the shards of glass you keep in your mouth for safekeeping, they turn into a drinking glass. a world where the heavy metal is divided and redivided until there’s nothing left but hydrogen in neat rows. perfection.